They loved each other yesterday
and promised to love each other tomorrow
the understand each other
even though neither translates their gestures into Finnish
They don't care when the world watches
with the evil eye from behind the fence
how the squirrels sweetly
lay on a bed of moss
A beautiful maiden in her gown
a groom in (his) black
walks his treasure to the altar
the priest pronounces words to the wind
exactly the same ones
that have already been said to millions
And then the groom leaves to wars
to the tables of bars, ending up in jails*
and soon the squirrel will lay
sweetly under the black earth